Image by Getty Images via @daylifeEdmonton - Nov 25th - from the Grey Cup
Dallas past - once passing - now pissed - probably placid pssts of - please call jack Kevorkian ... we need an intervention ...
It was sad watching the band of mooks - way up in the owners' skybox ... at that great phallic rumpproast that Jerry Jones built as a testament to America's Team.
I have no idea what they call that monstrosity.
Dallas Dung Bowl?
Cowboy's Lament?
Shit it's big, it's expensive, it's midl-life retro... so let's just call it what it is.
The Jerry Jones - Geez I must have one Fuck of a Small Penis Emporium.
They flashed to Jones's box right after Dallas took a four point lead over Drew Brees' NawLeans Saints this afternoon.
Jones and his cheesy chorus line of obsequious juke and jive jamalks were doing some sort of line-lap dance.
I think I saw some champagne hitting the Persian rug.
I saw Jerry's big schmoozie smile.
He was having a regular old hoedown.
Anyway some freaky sort of love in was goin'on up in Jones Town.
It was almost as if they all forgot - in the heat of this hillybilly hunker that their quarterback is named Kitna ...Kitna yáll! Kitna! And I think they totally disregarded the fact that the guy on the other side of the ball was named Drew Brees.
The dance lasted about 25 and a half seconds.
Brees put on a two minute drill clinic. Pop, bang, pzzzzt! Presto and touchdown!
The shits in the CBS/NBC production trailer never went back to Jonestown for the denouement.
You know the one where all the dancing stops.
Jon Voight plucks on the old guitar and the kid from the Holla' answers back on his old banjo fashioned from twigs, pig guts, four coke cans and three wobbly 2X4s.
Well you know how that dance ends.
A few dead bodies, a southern sheriff and some very cogent questions.
Food for thought for Mr. Jones who is now fully cognizant of his plight.
The Super Bowl is in Dallas, and at mid-season those oh, so huggable falling stars will not be there, at the end, to vie for the Super Bowl in that $1.2 billion ode to a wee flippy willy.
Oh Jerry, Jerry, Jerry ... how much Cialis would a cool billion have bought you.
And what of that Dallas conundrum?
No, that's the word.
Will it last as long as the Acropylis?
Or the Coliseum?
Or will it deflate like Jerry Jones's ego?
Did on Thanksgiving afternoon.
Midst that sea of white and blue stars.
Will that huge penis along with that once great team's pride sag?
Will the parade of mourners just sidle off ever so deflated ... into the night.
Following JJ's lead.
Off I go
We bid adieu.
Seething in this Bum's son's stew.
And Cowboys ride into the night
Some to mend
and some to spite
off they go
no crowds did roar
off they simper
eat a smores
Not with whimper
but a stuttered snore.!
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